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I think it well, my lord. You tell her so; Must she not then be answerd? Duke. Then let thy love be younger than Duke. There is no woman's sides, Or thy affection cannot hold the bent: (thyself, Can bide the beating of so strong a passion For women are as roses; whose fair flower, As love doth give my heart: no woman's heart Being once display'd, doth fall that very hour. So big, to hold so mnch; they lack retention.

Vio. And so they are: alas, that they are so; Alas, their love may be call'd appetite, To die, even when they to perfection grow! No motion of the liver, but the palate, –

Re-enter Curio, and Clown. That suffer surfeit, cloyment, and revolt'; Duke. O fellow, come, the song we had last But mine is all as hungry as the sea, Mark it,Cesario; it is old, and plain: [night:-And can digest as much :make no compare The spinsters and the knitters in the sun, Between that love a woman can bear me, And the free maids, that weave their thread And that I owe Olivia. with bones*,


Ay, but I know,Do use to chaunt it; it is silly sooth +,

Duke. What dost thou know? [may owe: And dallies with the innocence of love,

Vio. Too well what love women to men Like the old age I.

In faith, they are as true of heart as we. Clo. Are you ready, sir?

My father had a daughter lov'd a man, Duke. Ay; proythee, siog. [Músick. As it might be, perhaps, were I a woman, SONG,

I should your lordship, Clo. Come away, come away, death,


And what's her history? And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Vio. A blank, my lord: She never told her Fly away, fly away, breath;

love, I am slain by a fair cruel maid.

But let concealment, like a worm i'the bad, My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Feed on her damask cheek: she pin'd in 0, prepare it ;

thought ; My part of death no one su true

And, with a green and yellow melancholy, Did share it.

She sat like patience on a monument, Not a flower, not a flower sweet, Smiling at grief. Was not this love, indeed? On my black coffin let there be strown ; We men may say more, swear more : but, '! Not a friend, not a friend greet

indeed? My poor corpse, where my bones shall be Our shows are more than will; for still we A thousand thousand sighs to save, [thrown: Much in our vows, but little in our love. Lay me, 0, where

Duke. But died thy sister of her love,myboy? Sad true lover ne'er find my grave

Vio. I am all the daughters of my father's To weep there.


(not: Duke, There's for thy pains. (singing, sir. And all the brothers too ;-and yet kvow Clo. No pains, sir; take pleasure in Sir, shall I to this lady? Duke. I'll pay thy pleasure then.


Ay, that's the theme. Clo. Truly, sir, and pleasure will be paid, To her in haste; give her this jewel; say, one time or another.

My love can give no place, bide no denay. Duke. Give me now leave to leave thee.

(Exeunt. Clo. Now, the melancholy god protect thee; and the tailor make thy doublet of

SCENE V. Olivia's Garden. changeable taffata, for thy mind is a very opals Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir. ANDREW -I would have men of such constancy put

AGUE-CHEEK, and FABIAN. to sea, that their business might be every Sir To. Come thy ways, signior Fabian. thing, and their intent every where ; for that's Fab. Nay, I'll come ; if I lose a scruple of it, that always makes a good voyage of this sport, let me be boiled to death with nothing.-Farewell.

[Exit Clown. melancholy. Duke, Let all the rest give place

Sir To. Would'st thou not be glad to have [Exeunt Curro and Attendants. the niggardly rascally sheep-biter come by

Once more, Cesario, some notable shame ? Get thee to yon' same sovereign cruelty : Fub. I would exult, man: you know, he Tell her, my love, more noble than the world, brought me out of favoar with muy lady, about Prizes not quantity of dirty lands;

a bear-baiting here. The parts that fortune hath bestow'd upon her, Sir To. To anger him, we'll have the bear Tell her, I hold as giddily as fortune; again; and we will fool him biack and blue:--But 'tis that miracle, and queen of gems,

Shall we not, sir Andrew ? That nature pranksli her in, attracts my soul. Sir And. An we do not, it is pity of our lives. l'io. But, if she cannot love you, sir?

Enter MARIA. Duke. I cannot be so answer'd.

Sir To. Here comes the little villain :Vio.

'Sooth, but yon must. How now, my, nettle of India ? Say, that some lady, as, perhaps, there is, Mar. Get ye all three into the box-trce: Hath for your love as great a pang of heart Malvolio's coining down this walk; be has As you have for Olivia : you cannot love her; been yonder i’ the sun, practising behaviour Lace makers. A Simple truth. Times of simplicity.


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to his own shadow, this half hour : observe Fab. Nay, patience, or we break the sinews hin, for the love of mockery ; for, I know, of our plot. this letter will make a contemplative idiot of Mal. Besides, you waste the treasure him. Close, in the name of jesting! (The your time with a foolish knight ; men hide themselves.] Lie thou there ; Sir And. That's me, I warrant you. [throws down a letter.) for here comes the Mal. One Sir Andrew : trout that must be caught with tickling. Sir And. I knew, 'twas I; for many

(Exit MARIA. call me fool. Enter MALVOLIO.

Mal. What employment have we here? Mal. 'Tis but fortune; all is fortune. Maria

[Taking up the letter. once told me, she did affect me: and I have Fab. Now is the woodcock near the gin. heard herself come thus near, that, should Sir To. O, peace and the spirit of hushe fancy *, it should be one of my com- mours intimate reading aloud to him ! plexion. Besides, she uses me with a more Mal. By my life, this is my lady's hand : exalted respect, than any one else that fol. these be her very C's, her U's, and her T's; lows her. 'What should I think on't?

and thus makes she her great P's. It is, in Sir To. Here's an over-weening rogue! contempt of question, her hand. Fab. 0, peace! Contemplation makes a Sir And. Her C's, her U's, and her T's: rare turkey-cock of him; how hc jets t under Why that? his advanced plumes !

Mal. (reads). To the unknown beloved, Sir And. 'Slight, I could so beat the rogue:- this, and my good wishes : her very phrases ! Sir To. Peace, I say,

-By your leave, wax.--Soft!--and the imMal. To be count Malvolio ;

pressure her Lucrece, with which she uses to Sir To. Ab, rogue!

seal : 'tis my lady : To whom should this be ? Sir And. Pistol him, pistol him.

Fab. This wins him, liver and all. Sir To. Peace, peace!

Mal. (reuds] Jove knows, I love : Mal. There is example fort; the lady of the

But who? strachy married the yeoman of the wardrobe.

Lips do not move, Sir And. Fie on him, Jezebel !

No man must knorr, Fab. O, peace! now he's deeply in ; look, No man must know..What follows ? the how imagination blows I him.

numbers altered !-No man must know :-If Mal. Having been three months married this should be thee, Malvolio? to her, sitting in my state,

Sir To, Marry, hang thee, brock !! Sir To. 0, for å stone-bow, to hit him in Mal. I may commund, uhere I adore :

But silence,like a Lucrece knife, Mal. Calling my officers about me, in my

With bloodless stroke my heart doth gore; branched velvet gown; baving come from a M, O, A, I, doth sway my life. day bed |l, where I left Olivia sleeping :

Fab. 4 fustian riddle! Sir To. Fire and brimstone!

Sir To. Excellent wench, say I. Fab. O, peace, peace!

Mul. M, 0, A, I, doth sway my life. —Nay, Mal. And then to have the hamonr of state : but first, let me see,-let me see, - let me see. and after a demure travel of regard, --telling Fab. What a dish of poison has she dressed dem, I know my place, as I would they should him! do theirs,—to ask for my kinsman Toby: Sir To. And with what wing the stannyel ** Sir . Bolts and shackles!

checksti at it! Fab. O, peace, peace, peace! now, now. Mal. I may command where I adore. Mal. Seven of my people, with an obedient Why, she may command me; I serve her, start, make out for him : 1 frown the while; she is my lady. Why, this is evident to any and, perchance, wind up my watch, or play formal capacity. There is no obstruction in with some rich jewel. Toby approaches; this ;- And the end, -What should that alphacourt'sies there to me:

betical position portend? if I could make Sir To. Shall this fellow live?

that resemble something in me,-Softly!-Fab. Though our silence be drawn from M1, 0, A, with cars, yet peace.

Sir To, 0, ay! make up that: he is now Mal. I extend my hand to him, thus, at a cold scent. quenching my familiar smile with an austere Fab. Sowter II. will cry npon't, for all this, regard of control :

though it be as rapk as a fox. Sir To. And does not Toby take you a blow Mal. M,-Malvotio ;-N1,--why, that bé.

gins my name, MalSaying, Cousin Toby, my fortunes Fab. Did not I say, be wonld work it out? having cast me on your niece, give me this the car is excellent at faulis. prerogative of speech :

Mul, M,-Bit then there is no consonancy Sir To. What, what?

in the sequel ; that suffers under probation : Mal, You must amend your drunkenness: A should follow, but 0 does. Sir To, Ont, scab!

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Sir To. Ay, or I'll cudgel him, and make stars, I am happy. I will be strange, stout, him cry, O.

in yellow stockings, and cross-gartered, even Mal. And then I comes behind;

with the swiftness of putting on. Jove, and Fub. Ay, an you had any eye behind you, my stars be praised !-Here is yet a post. you might see more detraction at your heels, script. Thou canst not choose but know than fortunes before you.

who I am. If thou entertainest my love, Mul. M, 0, A, 1;_This simulation is not let it appear in thy smiling; thy smiles as the former :-and yet, to crush this a little, become thee well : therejore in my presence it would bow to me, for every one of these still smile, dear my sweet, I prythee. letters are in my name. Soft ; here follows Jove, I thank thee.--I will smile; I will do prose.--If this fall into thy hand, revolve. every thing that thou wilt have me. (Exit. In my stars I am above thee; but be not Fáb. I will not give my part of this sport afraid of greatness: Some are born great, for a pension of thousands to be paid from some achieve greatness, and some have the Sophy. greatness thrust upon them. Thy fates Sir To. I could marry this wench for this open their hands; let thy blood and spirit device: embrace them. And, to inure thyself to Sir And. So could I too. what thou art like to be, cast thy humble Sir To. And ask no other dowry with her, slough*, and appear fresh. Be opposite but such another jest. with a kinsman, surly with servants : let

Enter MARIA. thy tongue tang arguments of state; put Sir And. Nor I neither. thyself into the trick of singularity: She Fab. Here comes my noble gull-catcher. thus advises thee, that sighs for thee. Re- Sir To. Wilt thou set thy foot o'my neck ? Thember who commended thy yellow stock. Sir And. Or o' mine either ? ings; and wished to see thee ever cross-gar. Sir To. Shall I play my freedom at tray. tered : 1 say, remember. Go to; thou art trips, and become thy bond-slave? made, if thou desirest to be so; if not, let Sir And. l'faith, or I either. me see thee a steward still, the fellow of Sir To. Why, thou hast put him in such a u servunts, and not worthy to touch for: dream, that, when the image of it leaves him, tune's fingers. Farewell. She that would he must run mad. alter services with thee,

Mar. Nay,but say true; does it work upon him? The fortunate-unhappy. Sir To. Like aqua-vitæ with a niidwife. Day-light and champiant discovers not more: Mar. If you will then see the fruits of the sport, a this is open. I will be proud, I will read mark his first approach before my lady : be politick authors, I will bafne Sir Toby, I will will come to her in yellow stockings, and wash off gross acquaintance, I will be point-'tis a colour she abhors; and cross-gartered, a de-vice I, the very man. I do not now fool fashion she detests; and be will smile upon myself, to let imagination jade me; for every her, which will now be so unsuitable to her reason excites to this, that my lady loves disposition, being addicted to a melancholy as me. She did commend my yellow stockings she is, that it cannot but turn him into a notof late, she did praise my leg being cross- able contempt : if you will see it, follow me. gartered ; and in this she manifests herself to Sir To. To the gates of Tartar, thou most iny love, and, with a kind of injunction, drives excellent devil of wit! me to these habits of her liking. I thank my Sir And. I'll make one too. [Ereunt.

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SCENE I. Olivia's Garden. wit; How quickly the wrong side may be

turned outward! Enter Viola, and Clown with a Tabor.

Viv. Nay, that's certain ; they, that dally Vio. Save thee, friend, and thy musick : nicely with words, may quickly make them Dost thou live by thy tabor ?

wanton. Clo. No, sir, I live by the church.

Clo. I would therefore, my sister bad had Vio. Art thou a charcbınan 3

no name, sir. Clo. No such matter, sir; I do live by the Vio. Why, man? church: for I do live at niy house, and my Clo. Wby, sir, her name's a word; and to house doth stand by the church.

dally with that word, might make my sister Kio. So thou may'st say, the king lies || by wanton: But, indeed, words are very rascals, a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him: or, the since bonds disgraced them. church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor stand Vio. Thy reason, man? by the church.

Clo. Troth, sir, I can yield you none without Clo. You have said, sir --To see this age!-words; and words are grown so false, I am A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good loath to prove reason with them.

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Vio. I warrant, thou art a merry fellow, Vio. I will answer you with gait and enand carest for nothing.

tránce : But we are prevented. Clo. Not so, sir, I do care for something :

Enter OLIVIA and MARIA. bat in my conscience, sir, I do not care for you; Most excellent accomplished lady, the heavens if that be to care for nothing, sir, I would it rain odours on you ! wonld make you invisible.

Siri And. That youth's a rare courtier! Fio. Art not thou the lady Olivia's fool ? Rain odours! well. Clo. No, indeed, sir; the lady Olivia has Vio. My matter hath no voice, lady, but to no folly: she will keep no foolsir, till she your own most pregnants and youchsafed ear.

be married ; and fools are as like husbands, Sir And. Odours, pregnant, and vouch. Lasi pilchards are to 'herrings, the husband's safed : I'll get 'em all three ready. the bigger ; I am, indeed, not her fool; but Oli. Let the garden door be shat, and leave

me to my hearing. 1. Vio. I saw the late at the count Orsino's.

[Exeunt Sir Toby, Sir ANDREW, MARIA. Clo. Foolery, sir, does walk about the orb, Give me your hand, sir. like the son; it shines every where. I would Vio. My duty, madam, and most humble

be sorry, sir, but the fool should be as oft Oli. What is your name? [service. ok with your master, as with my mistress: 1 Vio. Cesario is your servant's name, fair think, I saw your wisdoin there.


(world, Vio. Nay, an thou pass upon me, I'll no more Oli. My servant, sir! 'Twas never merry with thee. Hold, there's expences for thee. Since lowly feigoing was call'd complimenti

Clo. Now Jove, in his next commodity of You are servant to the count Orsino, youth, hair, send thee a beard !

Vio. And he is yours, and his must needs Vro. By my troth, I'll tell thee; I am almost sick for one; though I would not have Your servants servant is your servant, madam. it grow on my chin. Is thy lady within ? Oli. For him, I think not on him : for bis Clo. Would not a pair of these bave bred, sir? · thoughts,

(with me! Vio. Yes, being kept together, and put to use. 'Would they were blanks, rather than fill'd Clo. I would play lord Pandarus* of Phrygia, Vio. Madam, I come to whet your gentle sir, to bring a Cressida to this Troilus. On his behalf :

'{thoughts Vio. I understand you, sir ; 'tis

vell begg'd.: Oli. 0, by your leave, I pray you; Clo. The matter, i hope, is not great, sir, I bade, you never speak again of him: begging but a beggar; Cressida was a beggar. But, would yon undertake another suit, My lady is within, sir. I will construe to I had rather bear you to solicit that, them whence you conse ; who you are, and Than musiek from the spheres. what you would, are out of my welkio : I Vio

Dear lady, might say, element; but the word is over- Oli. Give me leave, I beseech you : I did

[Exit. After the last enchantment you did here, (send, Fio. This fellow's wise enough to play the A ring in chase of you ; so did I abuse And, to do that well, craves a kind of wit: [fool; Myself, my servant, and, I fear me, you : He must observe their mood on whom he jests, Under your hard construction must i sit, The quality of persons, and the time;

To force that on you, in a shameful cunning, And, like the haggard t, check at every feather Which you knew none of yours :, What might That comes before his eye. This is a practice,

you think? As full of labour as a wise man's art:

Have you not set mine honour at the stake, Por folly, that he wisely shows, is fit; And baited it with all the unmuzzled thoughts But wise men, folly-fallen, quite

tainttheir wit. That tyrannous heart can think? To one of Enter Sir Toby Belch and Sir ANDREW your receiving 11 MEN AGUE-CHEEK.

Enough is shown; a cyprus, not a bosom, Sir To. Save you, gentleman.'

Hides my poor heart: So let me hear you Vie. And you, sir..'

Vio. I pity you.

[speak. Sir And. Dieu vous garde, monsieur. Oli. That's a degree toʻlove. Vio. Et vous aussi ; votre serviteur. Vio.No, not a grise 9'; for 'is a vulgar proof, Sir And. I hope, sir, you are; and I am yours. That very oft'we pity enemies. [again :

Sir To. Will you encounter the house? my Oli. Why, then, methinks, 'tis time to smile niece is desirous you should enter, if your o world, how apt the poor are to be proud ! trade be to her.

If one should be a prey, how much the better Vio. I am bound to your niece, sir: I mean, To fall before the lion, than the wolf? she is the list of my voyage.

(Clock strikes. Sir To. Taste your legs,sir, put them to motion. The clock upbraids me with the waste oftime... Vio. My legs do better understand me, sir, Be'not afraid, good youth, I will not bave you: than I understand what you mean by bidding And yet, when wit and youth is come to harvest, me taste my legsi

Your wife is like to reap a proper man: Sir To. I mean, to go, sir, to enter. There lies your way, due west. . See the play of Troilus and Cressida. + A hawk not well trained. # Bound, limit. s Ready || Ready apprehension.




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Then westward-hoe: tiwe wash off, and you are now sailed into the Grace, and good disposition 'tend your lady north of my lady's opinion; where you will You'll nothing,madam,to my lord by me?[ship! bang like an icicle on a Dutchman's beard, Oli. Stay :

unless you do redeem it by some laudable at: I pr’ythee, tell me, what thou think'st of me. tempt, either of valour, or policy. Vio. That you do think you are not wbat,


Sir And. And't be any way, it must be with Oli. If I think so, I think the same of you. [are. valour; for policy I hate: I had as lief be a Fio. Then think you right; I am not what Brownist t, as a politician. +

[you be! Sir To, Why then, build me thy fortunes Oli. I would, you were as I would have upon the basis of valour. Challenge me the

Vio. Would it be better, madam, than I am. count's youth to fight with him; hurt him in I wish it might; for now I am your fool. eleven pļaces; my niece shall take note of it:

Oli. O, what a deal of scorn looks beautiful and assure thyself, there is no love-broker in In the contempt and anger of his lip! the world can more prevail in man's comA murd'rons guilt shows not itself more soon mendation with woman, than report of valoar. Than love that would seem hid : love's night Fab. There is no way but this, sir Andrew. Cesario, by the roses of the spring, [is noon. Sir And. Will either of you bear me a By maidhood, honour, truth, and every thing, challenge to him? I love thee so, that, maugre * all thy pride, Sir To. Go, write it in a marrial band; be Nor wit, nor reason, can my passion hide. curstand brief; it is no matter how witty, Do not extort thy reasons from this clause, so it be eloquent, and full of invention : taupt For, that I woo, thou therefore hast no cause: him with the licence of ink: if thou thou'st But, rather, reason thus with reason fetter : [ter. him some thrice, it shall not be amiss; and as Love sought is good, but given unsought, is bet- many lies as will lie in thy sheet of paper, al.

Vio. By innocence I swear, and by my youth, though the sheet were big enough for the bed I have one heart, one bosom, and one truth, of Ware in England, set 'em down; go, about And that no woman has; nor never none it. Let there be galbenough in thy ink; though Shall mistress be of it, save I alone.

thou write with a goose-pen, no matter: About it. And so adieu, good madam ; never more Sir And. Where shall I find you? Will I my master's tears to you deplore. Sir To. We'll call thee at the cubiculo: Oli. Yet come again : for thou, perhaps, Go.

[Exit Sir ANDREW. may'st move

Fab. This is a dear manākin to you, sir Toby. That heart, which now abhors, to like his love, Sir To. I have been dear to him, lad; some

[Exeunt. | two thousand strong, or sq. SCENE II. A Room in Olivia's House.

Fab. We shall have a rare letter from him: Enter Sir Toby Belch, Sir ANDREW

but you'll not deliver it. :

Sir To. Never trnst me then ; and by all AGUE-CHEEK, and FABIAN.

means stir on the youth to an answer. I think, Sir And. No, faith, I'll not stay a jot longer. oxen and waipropes cannot biale them toge.

Sir To. Thy reason, dear venom, give-thy ther. For Andrew, if he were opened, and you reason.

find so much blood in his liver as will clog the Fab. You must needs yield your reason, sir foot of a flea, I'll eat the rest of the anatomy Andrew.

Fab. And his opposite, the youth, bears in Sir And. Marry, I saw your niece do more his visage no great presage of cruelty favours to the count's serving man, than ever

Enter MARIA. she bestowed upon me; I saw't i'the orchard. Sir To, Look, where the youngest wren of

Sir To. Did she see thee the while, old vine comes. , ' boy? tell me that.

Mar. If you desire the spleen, and will langh Sir And. As plain as I see you now. yourselves into stitches, follow me: yon' gull

Fab. This was a great argument of love in Malvolio is turned heathen, a very renegado; her toward you.

for there is no Christian, that means to be saved Sir And. 'Slight! will you make an asso'me? by believing rightly, can ever believe such

Fab, I will prove it legitimate, sir, upon impossible passages of grossness. He's in yelthe oaths of judgment and reason., mert | low stockings. , ; 91.

Sir To. And they have been grand jury. Sir To. And cross-gartered it men, since before Noah was a sailor.

Mar Most villanously; like a pedant that Fab. She did show favour to the youth in keeps a school i'the church. I have dogged your sight, only to exasperate you, to awake him, like his murderer: He does obey every your dormouse yalour, to put fire in your heart, point of the letter that I dropped to betray him. and brimstone in your liver ; You should then He does

smile his face into more lines, than have accosted her; and with some excellent are in the new map, with the augmentation of jests, fire-ney from the mint, you should have the Indies: you have not seen such a thing as banged the youth into dumbness. This was 'tis; I can hardly forbear hurling things at him. looked for at your hand, and this was baulked: I know, my lady, will strike bim; if she do, the double gilt of this opportunity you let l'he'll smile, and take't for a great favour. In spite of.

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